"Brother Nan, do you think those cops might freeze the money in your account? If they freeze it, that wouldn't be a small amount!" Huang Mao reminded.
Zheng Haonan frowned at those words, becoming genuinely worried. That was millions of dollars in his bank account, and if frozen, he would truly have nothing left. Moreover, those cops played both sides; anything could happen with them!
"Huang Mao, you're right, those damn cops might actually do something like that. We can't delay, hurry to the bank and transfer the money. There's no one else now, just transfer it to your account. After all, you're a smaller target, and those cops probably haven't noticed you yet."
Zheng Haonan didn't think too much about it, only focused on the money. It wasn't a small amount; millions—which was his comeback fund for the future.
